Hi.
So today is the 5th. Lewis' 17th... And we are over as of thursday... So I am not celebrating. Rather, still in mourning. Mourning for my lost love.
I am pretty shattered. But we don't let him know that. Because it is not his fault.
And it is not mine.
It is just one of those things.
But I still feel as though my heart has been shattered, covered in petrol, set alight, trampled into the ground, eaten by a worm, and shat out.
Make enough sense? No? Don't care.